The Cosmic Lover
O Allah, into your endless plays
Who could delve—
You call out to Allah
Being Allah yourself.
When a form you'd yet to need
You were but a lucent seed.
The three worlds then affirmed your skills
In countless shapes and tilts and lilts.
Your exhaled, gossamer
Word— we know as holy writ,
The up-draft flower, down-draft messiah, you
Into Adam's breast breathed it.
Those that have gained self-knowledge
Partake of the Godhead's secret bliss;
Niranjan afloat, that flawless gem,
Lalon seeks in wilderness.
Subrata Augustine Gomes is a poet and a translator.
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